joseph kennedy went to boston. he was a star. he met with the prettiest girl in boston who also happen to be the mayor's daughter. she would later marry. there is a story of the baseball team, he was class president when he went to harvard, and again, he felt part of the community. half of his class when with him to harvard and it was only when he graduated in 1912 that he understood, for the first time and not for the last what it meant to be the irish catholic son of an east boston politician. he wanted to go into banking and finance. he didn't do the job. he didn't get a job offer. he didn't get an interview. all of his friends and classmates, some of who were not as good with numbers as he was, none of who were as articulate or charming or handsome as he was his friends or that were protestant all got jobs either in their family banks or in other banks. the only way he could get into banking was to take a civil service exam and become an assistant bank examiner. his job was to go around the state and examine bank books. he be